Author's Note:
while this is 'book 3', the story within is self-contained. Reading the prior books will give you more detail on the background of some characters and locations; most notably the 'origin story' of the main character and his abilities. But that is not necessary to read this one, and any relevant material is introduced herein. Also, this is my entry for this year's Nude Day Contest, so if you enjoy it - please go vote!
Content Note:
All characters depicted in this work are over the age of eighteen.
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Zack 'Zip' Zilch entered his last class of the day, AP Senior Biology, walked towards his desk.
At one time, 'Zip' had been the biggest loser in wealthy San Cajetan High School's senior class. Now... well, now he was still its biggest loser. But now he was a loser with a secret.
A few weeks prior, he had discovered that he was one of a small group of mutants who, at puberty, began to manifest unusual powers and abilities. Most of the others who discovered this gift put on a costume, and used it to fight crime. But Zip had not put on a costume, nor had he elected to fight crime.
Admittedly this was because most of his powers were related to controlling ladies clothing with his mind, or otherwise related to sex. So until not getting laid enough got criminalized, it was hard to see what crime he would fight.
Instead, Zip had set out on another, rather different quest: to make up for lost time, by bedding as many girls in his class as possible. So far, this quest had had its ups and its downs. But it was still one which he approached with a great deal of enthusiasm - to say the least.
Arriving at his desk, Zip set down his books, and sat down. Then, he looked around slowly, considering his options.
Due to an early bit of subterfuge, Zip had managed to get access to an app in which, as part of a school health class project, all the girls in his class had logged their period dates. So he happened to know that all of the beautiful young women near him were at a point in their cycles where they should, at least in theory, be in a biologically receptive state. But he also knew, from painful early experience, that that fact, crossed with his own extremely low social status, still often meant him getting nothing but cold shoulders. Plus, the exceptionally high quality of the ladies left him quite spoiled for options. So, as he moved from one pretty and oblivious face to another, trying to figure out where to make his first move, he found it very hard to choose.
Then, finally he turned his head all the way around to observe the girl directly to his right - and suddenly found himself very focused indeed.
"Woah," he said, and his jaw dropped slightly.
For, beside him, there sat Diana Powell.
Diana was a very pretty girl. She was tall with long athletic legs, a good figure, and prominent breasts. Her hair was jet black, reaching a little past her shoulders, but her eyes were an arresting slate blue. But that was not what made Zip stop and stare. For as she sat next to him, primly scribbling away notes in a little book, she did so while wearing what looked almost exactly like a Girl Scout uniform. It had the sash, the skirt - but it was dark blue, instead of the green ones he was more familiar with. This was despite the fact that Diana, like all the other girls in the senior class, was most definitely over the age of eighteen; a few years after when he thought most girls grew out of such things.
He looked her up and down. She looked good in it. Her face was still tilted down studiously towards where she was taking notes, ignoring him. So he tried to figure out how best to strike up conversation. But he didn't have much time so he went with the first option that came to mind.
"You're in the Girl Scouts, Diana?" he asked.
'Genius' he thought, wincing slightly inside.
She heaved a tiny sigh, and then turned her lovely face to look at him. "Wild Girls, actually," she answered primly. "Don't confuse them. Wild Girls are way better."
"What's the difference?" he asked. He did vaguely recall the Wild Girls now that she had mentioned it. From what he could remember, they were a nearly-identical clone organization that had mostly gotten popular in San Cajetan and other communities like it... so that they didn't have to share campsites with less well-equipped groups, i.e. poor people.
"Do you still sell those nice cookies?" he asked.
Turning her head, Diana looked into his eyes. "Wild Girls are like Girl Scouts," Diana told him, "in that they train girls to be explorers, and leaders, and adventurers. But they are superior in that they teach us to be self-reliant and independent..." She paused a moment, and her eyes narrowed. "Independent, especially, of slimy little unworthy pieces of shit like you..."
She paused for a moment, and squirmed in her skirt.
"We do also sell cookies," she admitted. "But... better ones."
"Hmmm..." Zip said. He completely ignored her insult. After all, given his social standing, he heard most of them more often than he did his own name. Instead, he replied with a stealthy one of his own - albeit in the form of a question.
"You can still be a Wild Girl in high school?" he asked - putting a slightly derisive note in his voice, and letting a tiny smirk spread across his lips.
This landed exactly as intended. Diana squirmed again, and then glared.
"Yes, of course you can," she said. "There are less of us, sure - some girls just don't have the commitment. I'm the only Lioness in our Pride - that's the top rank by the way - but we have several very promising Vixens still active within the senior class - that's the next lower level." She lifted her head high. "It's actually probably the proudest I've ever been in my life, getting to be a leader and role model for the next generation of strong and self-reliant women such as myself."
